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I dreamed in Czech last night, all night long. I haven't used my Czech seriously in some time, so it was strange. I talked to a little girl in a department store, and a man shooting cable cars full of people down in the cracked landscape. There was a lot of crawling up a grid of metal pipes and wires.

This anxiety is driving me up the wall, literally and metaphorically.

machine grey sky light

I suppose tomorrow before I run out to the airport, I'll make a brief post but then it will be empty for however many days it takes to get back. There goes my resolution to write here every day. I will have to backdate, to fill the empty spaces. I've been contemplating taking my laptop, but right now the idea seems more trouble than it is worth. Alan might need it for the repair work he will be doing on his father's system on Sunday.

Two and a half hours, and then I'm free of work for a week. With any luck I'll end up with at least a day or two on the end to lay around the house and do nothing.

Bought three new books the other day. Another Plaidy novel, this time about Elizabeth I. Two volumes of Skvorecky I didn't own, both mysteriously lovely new printings. I think I've packed all the clothes, pajamas, and tiny soap required for the trip. I have my french burnt peanuts. I need cigarettes and some cash from the ATM.

I have to get up at something like 4am tomorrow, which is not an appealing thought. But any other flight was $50 more and put me in well after 9pm. I hate flying. They are teleporting the quantum states of atoms, and the scientists had damn well better get cracking on my personal teleportation device.